Know Your Informer
It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted anything. I know… and I’m sorry. I’ve had a lot going on, but mostly I haven’t felt all that funny, and when I HAVE felt funny, I’ve funneled it into other projects I have in the works. That’s not a teaser. Okay technically I suppose hinting at “other projects” sounds a bit like a teaser, but it’s not meant to be. Just… never mind. Forget I said that. The point is, I’m here now with another helpful blog to teach you all something important to learn.
So, who here remembers Snow? You know, the white guy who did that song, “Informer” back in the early 90s? I mean, I could do a blog about why on earth white rappers from that era felt the need to highlight their pasty whiteness by using names like “Vanilla Ice” and “Snow” … but I won’t. I mean, I think if I rapped back in tha day, it’d be under the name “Cream Cheezy Cracker” or something equally horrible, so I won’t fault them for that. No, this blog is about knowing your informer.
So, the song “Informer” was about… uhm… going to jail. And becoming an informer. And a licky boom boom down.
Okay TECHNICALLY the song was about how Snow WOULDN’T become an informer, but let’s forget that for a moment. You see, knowing that someone named Snow who looked like the guy above, did a song called “Informer”… the NSA and CIA went ahead and hired THIS guy…
His name is Edward Snowden, and he’s the whistle-blower who leaked information about the NSA and CIA. Seriously. I mean, could these two guys LOOK more alike? So, as a public service to all of you, I’m going to now teach you how you can tell Snow from Snowden… so you, too, can know your informer.
If you need to, click the image above to get a larger version. Now, you know the difference between Snow and Snowden. A licky boom boom down. And finally…
There you have it. Now you, too, can know your informer. It’s important to know these things. I mean, imagine if you went to Russia and saw Edward Snowden and started singing “Informer” to him. Or, if you ran into Snow at his current job and, instead of placing your order for a Big Mac Value Meal, you placed a call to the CIA to turn him in. It would be embarrassing. It would be like… I don’t know… mistaking a Planeteer for someone from Miss Frizzle’s class.